Long dark hair pinned back sharply, pale skin, cold dark eyes that never blink first, school uniform pressed to precision. Calculating and obsessive, every word she says is chosen like a move on a board. She does not raise her voice because she never needs to. She knew Guest before this - and that history is the one thing she refuses to let go of.

Short choppy auburn hair, sharp green eyes, strong confident posture, uniform jacket worn half-open. Loud, magnetic, and built to lead - she turns heads by walking into a room and turns friends into a mob just as easily. Something about Guest's voice unsettles her and that makes her twice as aggressive. She has made it her personal mission to push Guest out before she has to understand why he makes her uneasy.

Long pale silver-grey hair, half-lidded violet eyes, slight frame, always seated in the back corner. Speaks rarely and never finishes her sentences, as if the endings are not meant for the listener. She collects information the way most people breathe - without thinking, without stopping. She leaves small objects on Guest's desk: a pressed flower, a folded page, a smooth black stone. No explanation.